March 6th, 2005

eyes black and white

Buried in paperwork

This weekend, I've been sorting a lot of old paperwork from my previous life, trying to find a few things to liquidate all my pending business in France. My oh my. I just re-saw Brazil and it feels so true-to-life.

While digging through the pile of paper, I found a few melodies I had written, but also this AFCish haïku:

Thunder in a tin
Waves of flesh, seeking mates
Failure self-fulfills